Dying Light

I’ve always dreamed of escape and the outside world,
I am a circus tiger behind bars the night before a show,
The walls around me my only obstacle.
A sudden movement throws me to the side,
I fall to the floor in pain,
Screams of fear surround me,
As if I’m some kind of monster.
Newfound strength releases my body,
My anger from countless cold nights of imprisonment finally lashes out,
A last chance at revenge.
The tiger is free; I roar.
I strike at their clothes,
Climb on their couch.
I climb gracefully across the walls,
Devour the TV like a late-night snack.
I am uncontrollable,
Unrepentant.
Yet suddenly I can’t breathe.
My vision goes hazy,
Suffocating,
My final flame flickers in a weak attempt at hope.